Semua Bab The Alpha's Rejected Omega: Bab 71 - Bab 80

LorienI didn’t expect him to come.Cassius.He showed up at the hospital just before sunset, standing in the doorway like a shadow from a past life I’d tried to bury deep.Caius had been fussing in his bed, and Lucian was playing with the hem of my shirt, but the second they saw him, everything stilled.He didn’t say anything at first. Just walked in and picked Caius up like he belonged in his arms.“Seriously?” I asked, crossing my arms. “You don’t care what people will think?”He looked at me, calm—too calm. “Don’t ruin it.”Just like that. No fire. No challenge. No anger. Just… peace.I glanced at Caius, who had settled into his father’s hold with a softness that nearly broke me. His little lips curled into a content smile, eyes half-lidded, and my heart clenched so tightly I had to look away.“Fine,” I muttered. “Let’s go.”The walk home was oddly quiet. The streets weren’t empty. In fact, people were watching—onlookers whispering behind barely-concealed hands, pretending they we

LorienI couldn’t look at Kieren.The moment that witch took Cassius into the room, something inside me caved in. My gaze dropped to the floor, fixed on the uneven grooves in the wooden planks, and I forced myself not to blink. If I blinked, the tears would fall, and I couldn’t let them—not in front of Kieren.My throat burned. My fingers trembled where they rested on my knees. I felt like I was going to cry, but I swallowed it down like poison.All my life, I’d wanted Cassius to see me. To see me the way a mate should. Not as some mistake. Not as the shameful secret he had to pretend didn’t exist. But now, even if a part of me still longed for him, I couldn’t let myself be a doormat. I’d done enough begging to last a lifetime.Kieren was the first to break the silence.“Well,” he said, stretching the word too far like it was some kind of lifeline, “at least no one’s thrown a chair yet.”A weak laugh left me—more of a breath than anything—and I shook my head, still not meeting his eye

CassiusLorien finally slipped from my grasp.And gods, I hated the cold that followed.I watched him pull away, brushing his palm against the fabric of his pants like my touch was something he needed to rid himself of. My hand twitched with the urge to grab him again. Hold him. Make him stay.But I didn’t. I couldn’t.The frown pulled at my face before I could stop it. My chest was tight, like some invisible cord was cinching around my lungs. I didn’t want him to go. Not like this. Not again.There had to be a way.There had to be a way to make him see. To bind him to me, to make sure he couldn’t walk out of my life without looking back.Because this—this slow pulling away—felt worse than rejection. It felt like being buried alive.Why was he acting like this? Like I was a stranger? Like the years we’d shared, the pain, the bond—weighed nothing to him?“I don’t understand,” I muttered, watching him move stiffly around the room, refusing to meet my eyes. “You’re acting like I’m some k

CassiusI couldn’t breathe.The truth clung to my skin like a second layer, suffocating me with every step I took outside Elder Hadrian’s house. My vision blurred—not from tears, not yet—but from the whirlwind storm inside me.Everything Julian said. Every single word about Lorien being weak, helpless, unworthy… they weren’t just lies. They were calculated daggers. And I’d believed them. Gods, I swallowed them like gospel, because it was easier than facing what I felt.What I had always felt.I didn’t even remember the path I took back to the pack house. My body moved on instinct, muscles locked and tight like I was dragging chains behind me. Once inside, I went straight to my study, slammed the door shut, and twisted the lock. The echo rang through the silence.I collapsed into the chair behind my desk and stared at the parchment I had clutched the entire way.My hands trembled.The seal had already been broken. My eyes had skimmed it before—just enough to realize everything I though

CassiusWe were standing too close—dangerously close.I could feel the heat of Lorien’s body, the tremble in his arms as he held Caius like a shield between us. He didn’t look at me, not really. His eyes were blazing, stormy, focused entirely on guarding the small figure in his grasp.But he was distracted.His fury was pulsing off of him in waves, each breath shallow and tight with anger. I could see it, feel it, almost taste it.And in that moment, I did something reckless.I reached forward and snatched Caius gently but swiftly from his arms before he could process the movement.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Lorien snapped, his voice low and venomous. “You don’t get to touch him—not after touching her!”I flinched.Right.Her.Isabella.The name made my jaw clench.I rolled my eyes—not at him, but at the situation. At everything I’d let spiral out of control.“Is she your lover?” I asked, my voice softer than I expected, more bitter than I wanted it to be.Lorien stif